My ears often echo with the sound of bells coming from nowhere, no matter the day or night, and there is no pattern.
Countless times, I would be pulled into the same old scene by the sudden ringing of a bell. Every detail of the streets, buildings, and people passing by seemed familiar, like replaying a frozen scene over and over again.
Everyone around me calmly accepted everything in front of me, lived step by step, and regarded the illusion weaved in front of me as real life, unable to distinguish what was virtual and what was real.
They can't see the traces of the cycle, and they can't hear that there are countless pasts buried under the bells.
Only I can detect the contradictions in this world and see clearly the trajectory of everything that has already been written.
When I truly understood the hidden meaning of each bell ringing, I realized that only by breaking away from the established reincarnation can I break away from this endless illusion.
Purpose: To explore the true self